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Too many years Too many months Too many hours Have passed me by And I wonder What happened.. (to me) Too many moments Fleeting Too many seconds Not breathing And I wonder Where Have I been In those times (Now) I still have zero control Of all the passive Insanity Surrounding me But I am finally clear That I have No interest Whatsoever (in it) All that time lived Like a boxful of junk Left in some rented storage Has been tossed It’s very few and far in between That I glance at it Mostly when I see people Poking through it Because they too Are in the same process Of holding (on) and letting go Despite the gems Found somewhere in there I can say I don’t want Part of it Or I would still be caught up in it All these years Not a minute Wasted They were The necessary dung To get hung up on Enough To understand Freedom of choice Is driven by my own desire As bondage is non-existent Surely Liberation is false too At the end of the day Nothing happens Unless the entire universe Takes its part in it Making everything Just As it is ~•~ a beautiful milieu